Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Oh fucking fuck.” The high-pitched edge to his voice as he sank into me was worth every moment of discomfort as my body tried to ease around his cock. “Foster. Oh god. You’re so fucking tight and hot.”
I squeezed around him involuntarily, making him jolt and groan. “What can I do to make it good for you? Because I’m… oh god… I’m not gonna…”
He moved tentatively in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust into me. The warm dampness of his chest pressed against my back as his lips landed at the base of my neck. “Thank fuck. Thank Christ. Oh fuck.” His words ran together, a breathless, incredulous whimper.
I reached back and threaded my fingers into his hair, pushing back with my hips to meet his thrusts and encourage him to keep going.
The shift in angles did the exact right thing to my nerve endings, and on the next pull, his dick dragged across my gland, making me slur, “Just like that.”
It was quick, which was probably a good thing, but feeling Tommy inside of me like that—and knowing he’d never done this with another man—made me feel a fierce possessiveness. Like he was mine.
I didn’t want him ever doing this with another man.
To be honest, I didn’t want him doing this with another soul.
It was sacred. Too much and not enough all at once. I’d never, ever felt this kind of connection and trust with another person before.
His hand came around to grip my chin. “You’re mine,” he said through his teeth. “Do you understand me? I don’t want you letting anyone else inside you like this but me. Please, Foster. Please tell me you won’t—” His voice broke on the second please.
The way his thoughts echoed my own nearly ripped my soul in two.
I turned and kissed him quickly to keep him from saying anything else. As I held his head with his lips pressed tightly to me, I felt his orgasm crash over him, triggering my own.
Tommy’s words had shocked me, not because it was a surprise he wanted more than a fling but because he hadn’t been able to keep from admitting it out loud. There was a relief in that. I knew he’d been walking on eggshells to a certain extent, trying to keep his pleas for more than casual to himself. Trying to keep from scaring me off.
So the fact that he hadn’t been able to keep from saying it meant he was overcome with feelings.
And he wasn’t the only one.
I wished that changed things. Wished it meant I could respond to his pleas with promises of my own the way I wanted to. But my weak grasp on my commitment to keep it casual was the only protection I had left, and I was trying to hold on to it for as long as possible.
Four more weeks.
20
TOMMY
There were three weeks left of the summer SERA session. The past week had flown by in a hazy fog of hard work and harder sex. After I’d fucked Foster in the cabin that first night, I’d become obsessed with trying it every which way possible, which had very quickly led to him fucking me.
The first two times had been semi-aborted attempts, the first due to a premature ejaculation situation I wasn’t even sorry for. The man had magic fingers, and it turned out… I had a very sensitive prostate. That had led to a sleepless night of trying to repeat the experience as many times as humanly possible until I’d finally passed out, sprawled over Foster’s chest for the final hour before sunrise.
The second attempt had been wildly successful. So wild and successful, in fact, I was a convert. Sex with Foster was all I could think about, all I wanted to do, all the time.
I felt like a sex-crazed teenager… which might have explained why I’d spent the better part of a scouting hike with Foster begging him to fuck me in the woods.
“Not happening,” he grunted as he stepped up a steep embankment threaded with thick roots, sending pebbles and dirt chunks down the embankment behind him.
He reached back to lend me a hand, but I batted it away and climbed up after him. “My med kit has lube, if that’s what’s holding you back.”
“It’s not.” He continued through the trees in search of the right spot to place our search and rescue training target for the upcoming sign-cutting drill. Since the students assigned to medical rotation were stuck in the classroom doing a CPR refresher course this morning, I’d elected to accompany Foster on his hike.
It was proving very frustrating.
We continued moving farther off the trail and deeper into the woods. The air was cooler up here than at SERA, and I enjoyed the break from being around lots of other people.
I also enjoyed the view of Foster Blake’s ass in those shorts and the way his hair flicked out around the edges of the backward ball cap he’d stolen from me.